It's just an old
beat up truck
Some say that
I should trade up
Now that I got some
jangle in my pocket
But what they don't
understand
Is it's the miles
that make a man
I wouldn't trade that
thing in for a rocket
What they don't know
is my dad and me
We drove her
out to Tennessee
And she's still here
and now he's gone
So I hold on
It's just an old beat up box
Its rusty strings
across the top
It probably don't look
like much to you
But these dents and
scratches in the wood
Yeah that's what makes
it sound so good
To me it's better
than brand new
You see this here
flat top guitar
Has had my back
in a million bars
Singing every country song
So I hold on
To the things
I believe in
My faith your love
Our freedom
To the things I can count on
To keep me going strong
Yeah I hold on
I hold on
Like the stripes to the flag
Like a boy to his dad
I can't change who I am
Right or wrong
So I hold on
Yeah baby looking
at you right now
There ain't never
been no doubt
Without you I'd be nothing
So if you ever worry about
Me walking out
Yeah let me tell
you something
I hold on
I hold on
Can you hear me baby
I hold on
Yea
I hold on
To the things
I believe in
My faith your love
Our freedom
To the things I can count on
To keep me going strong
To the things
I believe in
My faith your love
Our freedom
To the things I can count on
To keep me going strong
I hold on
I hold on
I hold on and on
and on and on and on
I hold on and on
and on and on and on
